Poetry Of Sorts ~ This Sun's Tears ~ |
The laden brush
This paint
Splashes sparkling
Like the sun's tears
This son fears
No splash at all
No faint return
Just swallowing
The walls of Paris
Witness all
My chromic states
And wallowing
In years to come
Will echoes
Of my steps fill
My son's ears
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© 2010 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free ~ Contact me directly for readings, interviews, etc.
© 2010 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free ~ Contact me directly for readings, interviews, etc.
